As they are worn beautifully. Stories repeated often of God, King, Country, War, Peace and eventually the words fall here and there leaving emotions to sort through. The stories rarely change, maybe a paragraph here and there, maybe a…

While we were in Willows we went to my brother's cabin in the mountains to cut a Christmas tree. Sacha set his camera and took this photo of us. ___ I would like to give a shout out to Judy…

    The pillows in Pascale's incredibly inspiring and most faded grandeur showroom spoke of a time passed by. Pascale has taken her collection of portrait oil paintings and has had them transferred to linen prints so that they could…

  The French Nativity called the "Creche" in France is made up of  hand-painted clay figures that depict the characters of everyday village life of the eighteen century. The baker, the fisherman, the grocer, the priest, the shepherd, the fishmonger, the…

It has come to my attention that if you receive my blog by email or look at it with your cell phone, as most of us do these days, then the sidebar of my blog might not show up. Some…